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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 112

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 112

Sometimes I look at my daughter and I see a teenager, which is absolutely terrifying.

D got to visit with family for the holiday weekend.  D's school was closed for Good Friday, which meant a 3 day weekend with the parents.  I don't know what it is about that one extra day, but I feel like I need a full-blown vacation every time I survive one of those 3-day weekends.  Even my father commented near the end of his visit, "Wow... she's just... constantly pushing it, isn't she?" Yes. And this was on a relatively good patch of D's mood swings.

Speaking of Grandpa Marc, he arrived Thursday evening and got to see D put away spaghetti (mine, not hers, grr) even after finishing a dinner of her own. We also finally had D watch Alice In Wonderland for the first time (she talks about Alice all the time now). 

Friday we finally tried out The Porch in Winter Park. That place gets a glowing review from all of us, including D. They don't have a kid's menu, but they have high chairs, chicken tenders, and mac and cheese so she was all set. They also have the best bang for your buck in the Winter Park area. 

D tried to "help" Daddy tie his shoes.  Miss Peanut is all about independence right now (more so than before even?). She wants to "help" with everything. Speaking of independence, D is pretty insistent on being the one to read the bedtime stories now.

Saturday we had originally planned to take Grandpa Marc to Animal Kingdom, but he broke a toe the day before coming down, so we opted for a more laid back day. We were joined by Grandpa Bobo for lunch. 

Since we are not creative people (and my father is a picky eater) we went back to The Porch. We all tried different things except for D, because she could eat chicken every single day.

Easter Sunday D was visited by the Bunny. He hid her basket. The Bunny did not go overboard: D got a fancy Frozen basket and a Tinker Bell doll. 

D also got to hunt for eggs in the backyard. The eggs were filled with "dubloons" for her piggy bank. 

After days of pre-6am wake up calls we finally caved and bought a tot clock on the recommendation of several friends. D is very excited about the colors, knows what they mean, but is still adjusting to actually following the letter of the colored clock law.  She asks us to turn it blue at bedtime, so, hopefully by the time we get to next week's issue I will be telling you all about all the extra sleep we are getting in the morning.  Hopefully.

Our big "adventure" this weekend was a second attempt at taking D to the movie theater. It feels like only yesterday that we had our last (complete and total failure) attempt at the theater, but it was last July! I gave D a long talk bout what is and isn't appropriate behavior in a theater, how she needs to sit still in her seat and not talk, how if she has to say something she has to whisper it.  She nodded sagely, told me she was on board.  So I crossed my fingers and we ventured to Fashion Square Mall to introduce D to the live action Cinderella.

She certainly took her instructions seriously, even insisting that the rest of us whimper from the moment we left the car. She sat in her own seat (again, her insistence) and was, of course, completely in awe of Frozen Fever. Then the movie started, and she started whispering for snacks. Then she wanted to sit on my lap. Then her shoe fell off. Then she ate a metric crap-ton of popcorn, and so on.  Admittedly, I was concerned that she would not be entirely riveted by Cinderella (no singing, no talking animals...). I took her out for a potty break/walk about 40 minutes in to help resettle her. Speaking of potty, she continues to do pretty darn well with it. When we came back just in time for the Fairy Godmother scene, D was 100% engrossed again. It wasn't until after the ball was over she started getting a wee bit squirmy. Took her for another potty break and ended up watching the last 5 minutes from the hall next to the stairwell, but overall we made it through the whole movie and it made me incredibly optimistic that she would do even better with something animated (or the Minion movie, which she saw a trailer for and freaked out). Compared to our last outing, it showed tremendous progress. At the very least, it wasn't something I would mind repeating, so MAJOR win.

Ensemble and hair by Daphne, post non-nap

Ensemble and hair by Daphne, post non-nap

You know what D did not do all weekend? NAP. EVER. UGH. 

In the time after the movie, D suddenly became the whisper police. No, seriously. We were not permitted to engage in any conversation whatsoever. 

Bossypants. My kid. Seriously, look at the hands on the hips. We are so screwed.

 

(Don't worry Disney fans, we're going through withdrawals, too. Next week is going to be ALL THE DISNEY as we're planning to do two parks this weekend with some friends visiting from overseas!). 

 

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 113

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 113

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 111

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 111